Page 73 of Forever Fake

I lift her into my arms bridal style and carry her to the bedroom, peppering her with kisses. She clings to me, both of us lost in the moment, and we fall onto the bed.

“You need a safe word.”

Her eyelids flutter open. “I do?”

“Yes. I’m not going to risk you hurting yourself again. You’re my wife and I’m going to show you exactly what that means. So what is your word?”

“Um… cupcake?”

I stare down at her. “Cupcake? Why cupcake?”

“Because I like cupcakes.” She shrugs.

She’s so fucking sweet. I kiss the tip of her nose. My adorable, secretive little magpie. “Fine. Cupcake it is. Remember that. Now, I’m going to tie you up.”

She licks her lips, and nods.

I strip her out of the silky wedding gown until she’s only wearing a white satin bra and thong with her heels. She looks like an angel—I’m about to make her look like a fallen angel, sinful and satiated. I take one of my silk ties and secure it around her wrists, then loop it into small knots all the way to her elbows, binding her arms together. Rolling her onto her stomach, I sit on the bed and drag her pelvis across my lap. She wiggles her round ass.

“This is for being a naughty girl.” I bring my palm down on her exposed butt cheek, once, twice, three times, hard enough to leave red marks. Her body jerks and she cries out, but she doesn’t try to get away. I spank her again.

I know she’s my kind of kinky girl when I slip my fingers between her thighs and find her dripping for me. She likes the pain and loves the pleasure.

I tan her backside until she’s glowing red, her flesh hot, and her cries have turned to moans. When I finally find her clit, she falls apart for me with a long groan and shaking limbs.

Why does she have to be so goddamn perfect?

Flipping her over, I let her rest for a moment on her back while I undress. My gaze eats her up, from her flushed cheeks, to those delicious curves, to her soaked panties.

Dropping to my knees—because that’s what this woman does to me, even when I’m upset with her—I tongue fuck her through her damp underwear until she comes again. Then I slide the ruined material down her legs and toss it on my pile of clothes, so I can pocket it later. She usually doesn’t wear panties so this is a rare chance to collect a pair for myself, saturated with her scent.

I climb up her body, holding my weight on my forearms, until we’re face to face. She opens her thighs wide, lifting her hips in a silent plea for my cock. I oblige. Sinking in one inch at a time, it’s a slow torture for both of us. I groan, and her eyelids fall shut.

“Eyes on me, baby girl, I want to see into every corner of your soul while I fuck you.” Her hooded gaze finds mine. “Good girl.”

Once I’m buried in her sweet, hot pussy, I pull almost all the way out before slamming in—taking, claiming her as mine. My mouth finds her soft shoulder and I suck on her skin, leaving my mark.

Holding eye contact, I fuck her with wild abandon.My wife. Every single thought of her as my wife drives me higher and higher.

“What’s your name?” I pant.

“Gin.”

“Your last name.”

“Pon—Baron.”

“Say it. Say your name.”

“Ginevra Baron.”

Fuck yes. “Say it again.”

“Mrs. Baron.” She moans as I piston my hips, driving her into the mattress.

“Who are you to me?”

“Your wife.”

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